Saturday, December 17, 2011

My Story

So, I suppose I should start this blog off with a bit of an introduction.

My name is Jameson. I am 24 years old, and recently divorced. Its strange to have a child, and be divorced before I can even rent a car. Feels like I may have made some ill-advised choices in the past.

I guess a bit of background is in order. I lost my virginity at the age of 13. Not the best of choices, I admit. But a wee bit too long ago for me to really do anything about. Well, like any 13 year old with a new activity I did it every chance I got. Also like any 13 year old, I inevitably screwed it up. At 15 my girlfriend and I were sitting around the kitchen table drinking terrible, truly terrible, coffee. Gazing into her coffee she blurts out "I'm pregnant." and immediately bolts to the bathroom and locks herself in.

Not exactly what you hope to hear at 15.

Nine months later I had a son. A year later and I was single.

For the next few years I had a series of relationships that started wonderfully. Ended poorly. Until one day, five years ago.

We met online. Not on a dating site, but on a fan site for a book series we both enjoy. It was fantastic. We hit it off immediately. We would post on the forums a lot. We would IM each other. Video chat. Talk on the phone into the early hours of the morning. She flew up here from Florida to visit. That was it. We couldn't take any more. It was only a few months later that I was flying down there and taking the 18 hour drive back up here with her.

We lived together. We loved. We fought. We screamed and yelled. We embraced and kissed. We made love. Three years later I proposed. Another year and we married. Seven months later she told me she was cheating on me.

They met on the site. They started posting on the forums a lot. They would IM each other. Video chat. Talk on the phone into the early hours of the morning. I suppose I was suspicious. But I chalked it up to jealousy. A fault of mine I had been working on, unsuccessfully, for years.

I ranted. I raved. I screamed and yelled. I cried. I cried. I never cry. None of that kept her here. A few days later and she was in Texas. I spent the next few months doing anything but staying home. I got in touch with old friends. I'd work out. Work. Party. Drink. Did a lot of the last two. Did a lot of things I'm not overly proud of looking back on it.

One of the things I did was reconnect with an old friend. Autumn. We met my Freshman year in high school. We were crazy about each other. Though neither of us could fathom that the other would be interested. We started talking, and things just kind of fell into place. A kiss. A touch. Trust shared. Those words said hesitantly in her car at midnight. Feelings returned.

I'm coming up on a year of my ex-wife having left. I'm four and a half months into my relationship with Autumn. We fight. We scream and yell. We kiss. We embrace. We love one another. As impossible as it seems, I'm in love again. Happily, madly in love. Its not always easy, but its is always, always, worth it.